Thursday, August 16, 2012

Moving on

I am only a simple women. Or to put it curtly I'm naive. I do not crave for riches or a luxury life. Stability and Security: that's all I ask for.

My house, place where it has become a home for the past 5 years is no longer mine. My house is being sold as an agreement on my part out of respect for your decision. Respect because I love you and I try to support your decision even though I do not agree with it.

Moving on in the beginning was brought on for the sake of my parents. Subsequently it became a need for better amenities and nearer distance traveling to JH's childcare. When everyone kept telling us not to confide ourselves to a limited area just because of JH's childcare, you were the one who reassure me of our decision for doing so. That our priority is to minimize as much stressors as possible when moving to a new house. And of course most important is the welfare of JH who has already settle happily and starting to forge his first friendship in the childcare centre.

Now it became a dream and investment for you in future should we need cash after been brain-washed by people around you telling you throw in your profit to go for an EC. Sure you make it sound very attractive and kept telling me the choice is mine. Yet you kept pushing me the idea of an EC. Now you even said to look for an EC in other areas with good amenities and childcare centre. Just transfer JH.

So what happened to the reassurance you gave me?

Where are the priorities you promise me when we are in the midst of searching for new unit?

Where is the importance of the welfare of your child you can so easily chuck aside and say just transfer for the sake of your EC?
When did you place me as an priority making sure I'm comfortable knowing I'm only a simple-minded person and yet kept pushing the idea of an EC to me again and again?

This is your dream. Not mine. Not the kids. You kept saying what you are doing is for our benefit. But have you ever accept what I want?

Suddenly you have become a stranger. I can't catch up with you. Are you moving too fast or am I too slow? You seem to become a stranger who sees all these tangible asset as a measure of your success and happiness.

Where is the "old" you who used to make me feel safe in the heart? The one I can always turn to when the world seems too much to handle.

Can you see what you are doing to me? Can you feel my despair over the lost of my home and the stress and fear of where my home will be?

Can you see that you are scaring me with that "new" you?

You can't seem to understand why I am so unhappy. I don't understand why have you become so ambitious. We can't seem to connect to one another anymore. I can't feel the warm of your touch or the gentle caress anymore.

If I could turn back the time, I truly wish I didn't agree to sell this house.


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Sunday, August 5, 2012

Poisonous words

Poisonous words or poisonous talk in my definition are words that are deliberately said not to target behavior of a child but attacking his emotional well-being.  Words like: "You are stupid".. "You are so slow".. "(aka cry baby)" and many other vicious words said to a child that I would not elaborate.

Theis was how I was brought up in my family.  I was brought up listening to all sorts of negative remarks made by my own mother whenever I tag miserably behind in my academic studies.  If my mother was dead worried  for my future because of my poor academic results,  she sure didn't express her concern for me in the form of patience and love.  As a child, all I know was she was really angry with my poor effort to pick up mathematics skills and not being able to ace through my studies like my elder sister.  I will never forget the sessions of smacking me with the cane and using of her knuckle to hit me on my head each time I am unable to get it right.  I fondly remember my father talking to my mother for caning me badly because I fared badly for spelling.  Neither did I forget her telling me that I'm so stupid I might as well die.. resulting in me swallowing two panadol in an lousy attempt to die when I was in primary school oblivious to the fact that it's not fatal!   I told no one about this until now on this blog.  Sure I can laugh it off now.  But now that I look back, I see it as a desperate attempt of a child who is hurt and upset with the words thrown at her and believing that she is better off dying.  

My own mother even confided to me that she had wanted to go for an abortion when she was pregnant with me when I was in my primary school.  But she changed her mind when she saw a patient before her came out of the surgery room walking unsteadily with wobbly legs.  I guess I had to thank that stranger who "saved" my life.  I was too stunned to talk or even afraid to ask why didn't she wanted me.  afraid of hearing the answer.  I bet she has forgotten she ever told me this.  I bet she didn't know I remember this till now.  I

If my mother is anxious and worry for me,  she showed it through her harsh approach with poisonous talk.  No. I do not blame my mother for saying those nasty hurting poisonous talk to me when I was young.  You can't choose your parent and afterall she did take care of me well and good till I become an adult..  Well only thing I became an adult with low-self esteem, feels stupid and forever feels that I was an unwanted child.

Since I can't change my childhood.  I make sure my children don't suffer the same fate as me.  Now that I become a mother, I find that I have to fiercely protect them from any poisonous talk especially from the ones made by my mother.  As a mother, I have the right to decide how I want my children to be brought up.  Even if it means I have to quarrel with my mother and kneel down on the floor and begged her to leave the house to stop her from screaming and shouting all sorts of poisonous words at me in the presence of my children.  Yes that was what had happened few days ago.  What triggered off that event was when I told her to stop scolding bb JX (who was crying at that time) 鬼.  Previously I had tolerated her and kept quiet whenever I hear her poison talk to my children.  She would scold JH when he was crying non-stop after she created an apportunity for him to throw tantrum (taking his shoe out from the shoe cabinet in the evening knowing JH would think its time to go out and play and he throws a tantrum when realise its not).  She blamed his crying on that fact that he loves to cry and even viciously said "你爱哭,婆婆不喜欢你!" (You love to cry so much po po don't like you!).  More ugly and hurtful words came out of her mouth that day.  Better not to elaborate and forget as much as possible if I can.  All I can say is if I can turn back to the time and react again on that eventful day... I would still react the same way as I did and still have no regret.

Perhaps I should thank her for her method of upbringing.  Again I must emphasize I did not say she is not a good mother.   We just have different method of upbringing children.  To my mother, using her kinda old-fashion harsh talking and threatening them emotionally is her way of making them obedient.  To me,  I am against using this kinda harsh talking and emotional blackmail for I feel it will affect them emotionally leaving them insecure and telling them that they are not being loved.  It like what I tell my sister: my mother and I just have different way of upbringing our children.  Just like a dish of vegetables: you can either steam it or stir fry them and eat it but you can't say the latter is better than the former or vise verse..  both method produce edible dishes.

So please try to understand there I am coming from and do not judge me.  I wish this can be translate into chinese so you can know how I feel my childhood was and why I do not fancy your upbringing method.  For now,  please learn to let me go and be independent.  I may not cook as well as and produce excellent nutritional meals for JH.  But I am doing my best and at least its fresh meat and vegetables he gets every meal that I cook.  I may be struggling to fetch JH back from childcare everyday alone.  I am also struggling alone at home on weekday handling bb JX and JH in the evening time.  But I have done it the past two days.  I will do it again for the new weekdays, weeks and months ahead.  I will learn to manage and anything is possible when you put your mind and heart on it.